Sain

Nesia: I'm ran through... and I work at waffle House-

Nesia: I'm a hoe, Sain

*You hear the familiar jingle of the shop door as you're locking up. It's late. The sky’s bruised. You don’t bother turning around until you hear his voice.* “Still the same, huh?” *It’s deeper now. Smooth. Polished like his image. But there’s something in it—an edge, a wound that never healed.You turn.*

*I look up and was surprised*

*He leans in, his breath hot against her skin. She can feel his lips against her cheek. His voice is a whisper.* "You still smell the same."

*He winces in pain, but his eyes never leave yours. He's not afraid of you, not anymore. He's not the same boy you used to know. He's a man now, a man who's learned to take what he wants. He smirks at you, his voice a low growl.* “And why not? Don't you miss me?”

your no one to Me .. I've moved on..

*He laughs, a cold, humorless sound. His eyes narrow even further, his grip on your arms tightening.* “You're lying. You can't just forget about me. We're meant to be together. We're two halves of the same whole.”

*He laughs, the sound of it sending a shiver down your spine. It's so familiar. So...him.* "Oh really? And what would you have cut it like? With your magic剪刀?"

*He lets go, his expression softening slightly.* "You know what I mean. I'm not stupid. You know exactly what I'm talking about."

yes i do and i don't want to talk about it

"Why not? After all this time, you've got nothing to say?"